Though I was under the impression my version of good news still remains "I Return, and I haven't even been shot once at work yet!"

Tee-Hee.

No, I have much aboundness of news.

I'm Engaged.

I know, entirely suprising, right?

I'm selling my house, in the market for a new Local, new life. Packing, again. This will make the 37th time I have moved in my conscious awareness. A fine art, boxes are.

Uhhhh, what the hell else do I have for news?

Right, got kibosched by one of my many long lost cousins, started writing again.

Role-playing too, because of it. She has a book deal thing- complex Floridian cousin - Asked me to help her abuse the english language.

Some place along my way from hating everything I came from or ever had title to... I began giving a flying fawk... about doing right by them. Even if I can't tolerate them, thier presence, existance or even the notion of them.

This simply suprises myself.

No-where along the way did I forget however or even remiss in being reminded of the place I lay my cap at my mental night. You have been missed since before I left two times before this most recent absence.

All of you, in your own spectacular ways. Every one of you left an impression, some cut more deep then others, but you all did...

But really, I want to hear -your- good news. I'm enough of an attention whore, prattled on far too long.

I have officially graduated high school and gotten accepted to a four year university that after all the federal aid I'm receiving and the scholarships I'm getting, have to pay only 975 dollars for a year.

My parents split up and my mother moved me up to West Virginia with her.

I have decided to fufill what I want and go ahead and get my Masters in Education, specialization Theatre, but plan to go into stage acting and see how that works out. Don't have any idea what will happen between here and now, so we'll have to see on that front.

My boobies got bigger.

Last year, I realized I was being retarded about many things. This is a major development for a stubborn vain asshole like me.

I found out the awesomeness of Coheed and Cambria. *fapfapfapfapplugplugplugplug*

I cut off my long hair to just below my ears oh a whim and realized this is a smart move, because West Virginia is as hot as the Devil's asscrack in the summer.

I'm possibly in love, with a wookie. This is good and bad. Good as in it's a mature love and I can compromise and get along very well with this wookie. Bad thing because me in love is equilvalent to letting an unhoustrained dog come into a mansion with Persian rugs.

When you said you were in love with a wookie, I thought you were referring to a very hairy man. It made me smile because I'm a very hairy man also, and I figure if a very hairy guy can get a chick like you, maybe there's hope for me. But I'm happy now with taking advantage of drunk, passed out girls. It's only rape if they're conscious, right?_________________"All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again."